Fast Fiction - humility
She walks into the room carrying a large bag, and takes a few items out of the bag. She sets them down on the small table and moves deeper into the room. As she moves about the room, she removes things from the bag and sets them strategically around. After a few minutes the bag is emptied and tossed into a corner. In the center of the room is a large overstuffed black leather chair. She walks to the chair and walks around it, running her fingers over the smooth leather. When she reaches the back of the chair she extends her hand up and pulls a small chain and a few lights break into the gloom of the room. Radiant pools of light in an otherwise dimly lit room. Each pool highlights a set of items. Looking around the room, she is satisfied so she moves to the front of the chair and sits in her own small pool of light. Reaching deep into the cushion beside her she extracts a small bell. Smiling, she caresses it and then holds it up and rings it. The sound is clear and bright, chiming into the dim room.
In a small curtained alcove a man kneels. When he hears the sound of the bell, he stands and walks out into the room. He can see her sitting there, like a queen on a soft leather throne. Quickly he steps toward her but before he reaches her, she holds her hand up and points to one of the pools of light. Stopping and turning he looks to where she has directed him, and moves to the small table. Setting on the table he sees a Leather Torso Harness. He quickly strips down and carefully pulls the harness into place, adjusting the buckles and rings. When he finishes, he looks to her and she points to another pool of light. Nodding, he crosses the room and looks at the shiny chrome codpiece. Lifting it gingerly he looks to her before slipping it on. It dazzles in the bright light, and when it's completely in place he looks to her again. She holds her hand up and points to another table. Walking to the next table he sees a half moon bit gag. Fitting it in his mouth he reaches behind his head and buckles it in place. When he is finally finished he looks to her again. She smiles and stands, walking to another table, motioning for him to join her. His steps are quick,and he reaches her side in a matter of moments. She looks at him and then at the floor and he drops to his knees on a small mat. Smiling, she lifts the suspension wrist cuffs and motions for him to hold out his hands. Gingerly, she takes him and leads him to another pool of light where a few chains hang from the ceiling. Clipping the cuffs to the chains she then moves out of the light and pulls on the cord making the chains tighten and lift his arms above his head. Before long, he is stretched to his maximum and she steps back into the light.
"Are you ready Ivan," she asks, her voice like liquid ice.
Gagged and unable to speak he nods his head once. She smiles at him and traces a gloved finger down his arm and turns out of the light again. Walking, she reaches her chair and sinks into it, shifting it so that she is facing him. Her hand reaches into the cushion again and this time she pulls out something that looks like a remote control. She presses a few buttons and a moment later a door swings open to reveal a large throng of people.
"Come in, come in," she purrs. "This is todays specimen, his name is Ivan. Ivan is going to be hanging there while we hold our meeting today, I hope no one objects to his presence."
The group murmurs, and a few break off to go examine Ivan. Some of the ladies move behind him and take small but quick slaps to his bare bottom, one of the men walks up to him and stands there, almost nose to nose, staring into his eyes. After a moment, he places his hands on Ivan's hips and caresses them gently, his smile full of promises to come. After the group finishes looking over the 'meat' they move into the shadows near her chair. They discuss things quietly, and no matter how Ivan strains his ears, he is unable to tell what is being said. As the group continues to converse, a couple break away from them and approach Ivan. The man is tall and well built, the woman small in size and stature, but from the way they move, she is the Domme and he is her sub. When they reach Ivan, she commands her sub to kneel and he does, his face at groin level. For a moment, the man marvels at his reflection in the codpiece but then he looks to his Mistress as she walks in a slow circle around Ivan.
"Have you been a bad boy Ivan," asks the small woman, a cruel smile playing at her lips. "I think you have, and we will be taking our turn first. Ryan there will be massaging your legs while I administer some lashings."
When she is done speaking, the kneeling male begins to massage Ivan's legs. He works gently at first, but when his Mistress returns with a cat his massaging becomes more firm. Ivan watches the Mistress warily as she steps up behind Ryan, and winces when the first few blows fall on his back. Ryan moans and his hands slide quickly to Ivan's thighs and resume their rubbing. She moves behind him and then, gently at first, lets the cat swing and kiss his flesh. The pain is noticeable but not unpleasant, and the massage is distracting. Just as she begins to get into a pattern all physical contact ceases. Ivan's eyes flicker open and he sees the couple retreating to a small dark corner. He can hear Ryan moaning and is trying to look in their direction when he sees a man with two women approaching.
"Ivan, meet Tasha and Moya. They will be... working on you today."
The girls look up at him, both smiling. One moves behind him and unbuckles the codpiece, letting it fall to the floor with a clattering sound. The other kneels before him, staring at his quickly hardening cock, licking her lips. As he watches, she opens her mouth and extends her tongue, licking at the head as if it were ice cream or a lollipop. Groaning, Ivan thrusts his hips in her direction, but as he does so, he feels some pressure on his rear. As Tasha begins to lick and suck on the head of Ivan's cock, Moya begins inserting something into his anus. Groaning and grunting he lets his head fall back and his eyes shut, enjoying the pleasure. After a few moments, he feels the pressure on his rear decrease, and the questing and nipping mouth on his cock disappear. Opening his eyes,he watches the three move over to the small alcove where he sat in waiting.
Ivan looks to the group again, and notices that they have mostly dispersed, but another couple are coming toward him. One of the men is tall and lean, and he is leading a buff and bulky man on a leash. When they reach Ivan, the bulky man drops to his knees and begins servicing Ivan with his hands and mouth and the other man uses a riding crop to tickle and tease him. After a few moments under the expert touch, Ivan feels his need to cum and he begins to writhe. He didn't have orders to hold back, but at the same time he wasn't told that he could cum. The tall thin man notices the look on his face and waves a hand to someone waiting in the shadows. She walks up to them, and the larger man moves so that she can kneel before Ivan. The larger man shifts to the side and works his magic once again, and the tall man whispers in Ivan's ear.
"Cum Ivan, she needs a drink..."
With those quiet words Ivan's world explodes with white hot pleasure and he can feel the juices being pumped out. Ivan throws his head back as the pleasure intensifies, and just as it is getting to the point of pain, all contact cease. As he begins to open his eyes, he feels something on his head and realizes that a blindfold has been slipped over his eyes. Now, he is left dark in a room, able to hear the sounds of pleasure all around him, occasionally being the recipient of some of it, but unable to see what is happening.
After what seems like hours, the rooms begins to quiet. Ivan is hanging, almost completely spent. He feels himself being lowered to the floor, and the restraints being removed from his hands. Then the gag being removed from his mouth and finally the harness being unbuckled. The blindfold never comes off however, and he is led to a soft bed and laid down gently. The excitement from the day exhausted him completely he quickly falls into a deep sleep, dreaming of the events of the day repeating over and over.
All the binding item mentioned in the story (with pictures - NOT WORK SAFE)
http://www.stockroom.com/Leather-Torso-Harnesses-P841.aspx
http://www.stockroom.com/Cod-Piece-P1750.aspx
http://www.stockroom.com/The-Half-Moon-Bit-Gag-P2563.aspx
http://www.stockroom.com/Deluxe-Suspension-Cuffs-P2122.aspx